उमीदों की राहें

आजकल अक्सर निकल जाया करता हूँ,  

उन रास्तों को टटोलने जहाँ कभी हम गुज़रा करते थे - 

बहुत सी बातें किया करते थे, 

कुछ सपने बुना करते थे,

लड़ा करते थे, हंसा करते थे और खुल के जिया करते थे |

अब उन रास्तों से गुज़रते हुए - 

मैं सहम जाता हूँ, 

ठहर जाता हूँ, 

उलझ जाता हूँ,  

क्यूंकि मैं खुद को अकेला पाता हूँ | 

राह में कई जगह कुछ बिखरे टुकड़े पड़े मिलते हैं,  

मुझे अपने बीच देख वो भी खिल उठते हैं, 

मैं उन्हें समेट के अपने पास ले आता हूँ, 

और उन्हें जोड़ते-जोड़ते पाता हूँ -

वो कुछ और नहीं, मेरे ही टूटे बिखरे सपने थे |

उन अनजान राहों में - 

आज भी सब कुछ वही है, 

पर कुछ कमी है,

अब वहां रूमानियत नहीं, गुस्से और नफरत की दीवारे हैं, 

अब वहां तुम नहीं, सिर्फ तुम्हारी यादें हैं |  

पर फिर भी चला जाता हूँ उन राहों पर, 

उम्मीद लिए, कि कभी वो रास्ते मुझे तुम तक ले जाएँ, 

नफरतों की दीवारें बिखर जाएँ, 

टूटे सपने फिर से जुड़ जाएँ, 

एक नयी शुरुआत हो जाए, और हम फिर से एक हो जाएँ |

Aspects of Loving Her

Love is like the wind, you can't see it, but you can feel it. Love is the most beautiful thing happened to anybody. There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment. It happened only when you find someone who can truly turn your world around.

Loving her gave me the most precious moments of my life. God was really kind to me for giving me such a beautiful experience. Loving her means to feel proud to have her part of my life.

Loving her gave me that courage to share all those things which I have never shared with another soul. I shared my hopes for future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at me. I engaged her in all of my dreams.

Loving her means to keep her as the first thought in mind when I wake up and the last thought when I sleep. Even while sleeping her angelic part always plays well with my inner demons.

Loving her means having my entire day lit up by just getting a “Good Morning” text from her. Doesn’t matter how many obstacles are waiting for me during the day, but her spark is enough to keep my moral high. I always keep her with me in my thoughts while doing every little thing. Whenever I had something to cheer about, she was the first one whom I want to speak out to share my overflooded energetic dancing emotions.

Loving her cause my eyes to get cemented whenever I find her in front of mine. It was a real joy to see how sunshine plays with her hair, how her little eyes generate twinkle which could make the stars feel low in full moon night, how her smile turn up all the dead flowers, how her sweet voice constrain earth to dance on its axis. I never understood how a small mole on her cheek could become so much inviting.

Loving her makes my every prayer in front of god comprise of only one wish i.e. to be with her. She is a miracle that can happen to only few lucky people and I am the one. She is beautiful - not only in looks but in every single aspect of being a girl.

Loving her gave me the true meaning of my life. In her light, I learnt how to love. In her beauty, I started making poems. I was amazed when I noticed you in that way for the very first time, not because of your beauty, but because of the fact that everything I have ever wanted was right there in front of my eyes.

Loving her makes me to cherish moments of that kiss which actually never happened. But that kiss was memorable in ways - It was part of long husky conversations, It was part of few casual promises, it was part of a balloon dream, it was part of those feelings which were never expressed, it was the only kiss that we shared in pictures and videos. Many times, that kiss still helped me out to surpass the feeling of basorexia.

Loving her means to get jealous and mad whenever any other guy talks to her because you never want anybody else to know how good she is.

Loving her was never easy. I don’t know how to put everything into words or there are enough words to describe those emotions. You wish things would turn out how you want them to but loving her means being okay when those expectations fall apart.

Loving her essentially understands that some part of mine will always want her, the good, the bad and the ugly, that a little part of me will always love her. Because after all, in loving her, I had and will only ever give her the best of me. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as silly words, songs or drive become invaluable treasures kept safe in my heart to cherish forever.

Why I write ?

It has been long enough I haven't written anything. I tried my best to pursue this art of mine but got failed every time. Why? Why I am unable to convey in words about what I actually feel? Have I lost that art of putting everything into words? Or Have I lost all my emotions and became tough? From last few days I am asking all these questions from myself.

To find out all the answers today I travelled back into that time when I wrote my first poem. I started writing to put out all my emotions into papers. There are times that push you to write, emotions have to ooze out that you just cannot contain them. Feelings are everywhere and there is an urgency to share, to put it down. Isn’t writing so beautiful? It is so pure, it is real and it is for an eternity.

Writing is the shortest way to seek peace. While writing you always talk to yourself, there are several questions you ask from yourself and you seek their answers within self. Several thoughts bombarded into your minds, eyes get covered with flashbacks and you start travelling on the wonderful path consisting of imaginary scenes. While writing you can design your own world, you can explore all the things for which you are afraid of, you can write to be the characters that you are not and most importantly you can write to give yourself strength. Writing gives you courage to spell out everything without even worrying about other’s consent. You write and other people follow you.

There are several topics on which you can write like about your dreams, passion, love, history, current happenings, etc but the basic ingredient of writing is inspiration. You must possess some inspiration to write, without inspiration it is very tough to design your inner thoughts. Luckily I had that inspiration with me when I wrote my first poem but unfortunately with time it faded away and so as my reason to write. But I will write, I have to write, just to keep my promise alive.

People come and go but in words you can keep them close to yourself forever. Memory too, faded away with time but with words you can keep moments alive. While writing you can paint a picture of your's with the one who gives you the sheer happiness of the world. You can stare on those well crafted words with a thought "Sometimes, you just look at things you know you can never have....".